#pilkinghoar

[sunlaire]

Reading this fic (Stewards & Sodomites) right now and losing my mind. I had to stop and draw this but. Pilks is just so dumb and awkward @packloafer thank you for making him a short short dumb pervert 🙏 This characterization is everything to me right now.

[bunnygibson]

man pilkington and hoar really are alway sitting next to each other in mutiny camp... they ran away together 🥺

[midwrites]

pilkinghoar Roman au obviously. or a pilkinghoar modern au your choice

He is very short for a legionnaire, or that’s what Eddie thinks the first time he sees him standing guard in front of the Franklin villa. Not that Eddie likes to spend his idle times staring at the guards, but there’s something almost naïve in the way that he stares every time Eddie passes through the yawning maw that is the back entrance, following his every move with big skittish eyes. It is not as he’s ever seen him anywhere but there, standing guard, with an armour too big and a sword on his belt that seems as effective as the wooden one Eddie was given on his birthday when he was barely five.

Eddie doesn’t see it coming then, when he sees him appear out of the corner of his eye one morning, sneaking into the kitchen, when the Franklin’s have left for the games and he’s been practically left on his own, ordering the rest of the servants around into some semblance of coordination to make the Mistress’ upcoming birthday party work out.

“I’m sorry, didn’t see you there,” the legionnaire apologises when their eyes meet, as if he was far too aware, that his presence is not expected here, nor wanted.

Eddie half expects him to turn around and flee, but the guard walks in regardless, his worn sandals padding against the floor almost silently before he snatches a piece from a discarded loaf of bread and tucks it under his belt, smiling at Eddie in a way that he knows makes them accomplices of this small crime.

“It’s for my sisters,” he says next, unable to leave his hesitance behind when speaking, “You won’t tell, right?”

Eddie should stop him, accuse him of larceny at this very eminent household and have him kicked out of providing his services to the Great Empire, maybe even have him whipped for his transgression. He looks at the soldier’s trembling hands instead, at the sword that remains tucked into his belt as if it was just a harmless prop in a costume he has not gotten used to wear, and nods mutely. Watches him go with his heart racing, the moment the only thing he gets in response is a blinding smile.

[philtrashnumberunus]

rarepair shippers be like: the real reason they never appear in scenes together is because they'd be making out too hard if they were in a room together. the show couldnt handle it. but i can. here, read this fic...

[brimstone-cowboy]

PilkingHoar commission for the lovely @pilkingtonian

[sunlaire]

Pilkington is a regular normal lad who doesn't think about kissing the captain's steward at all. And he would never pull himself off in his hammock at night to the thought of another guy. That would be sodomite behavior. Which he isn't. Because he's a normal lad.

[sunlaire]

Me, frantically grabbing at people in the fandom as they pass: please. Have you read the pilkinghoar fic?? Have you read Stewards & Sodomites? Pilkington and Hoar fic??? Have you read it?